“Miss Drexler, this is James Morrison from the fraud prevention department. We need to verify a loan application for $500,000 using your Malibu property as collateral.”
“I never applied for any loan,” I said, watching Eleanor argue with my security guards on the camera feed.
“Ma’am, we have an application submitted yesterday at our Beverly Hills branch. The signature… well, our analysis suggests potential forgery. The applicant claimed to be the property owner.”
“Send me everything immediately. My attorney, David Chen Williams, needs to see this.”
I gave him David’s contact information.
“And Mr. Morrison, the person who submitted that application is at my gate right now trying to break in.”
“Ma’am, forging signatures on loan documents is a federal crime. We’re obligated to report this to the FBI.”
On my security monitor, Eleanor was now screaming at the guards, waving papers in their faces. Behind her, a moving truck waited, along with three women I recognized from her charity committee.
